I was 11 when I was raped.
He WAS friend.
I was in middle school at that time, and we had a joining high school.
I became friends with an 18 year old.
Something I’ll regret for the rest of my life.
I missed the bus one day to go home.
So I decided to get a ride home with him.
His grandpa was in the front seat, and we were in the back.
I asked him to bring me home giving him my address.
But instead we went back to his house.
His grandpa parked the car, and him and I got out the back seat to play some basket ball.
I remember him purposely throwing the ball next to this old shed. At the time I didn’t think anything about it.
He proceeded to tell me to go pick up the ball, as I was doing so, he pushed me into the shed, locking the door in the process.
He had his hand over my mouth, forcing me to the ground, and sliding my pants off.
I remember him leaning over and whispering in my ear “scream and I’ll hurt you” as he took his hand off of my mouth.
I tightly closed my eyes, and heard him unzip his pants and put his hand back over my mouth and began to rape me..
I never told anyone about it.
My parents got a restraining order because of his age.
A month or two after the rape I began cutting myself ( along with family issues) until the age of 16
It was sent to a mental facility for my cutting issues, and it was than that I had realized I needed to come to terms with what had happened to me.
I told a close friend what had happened to me and my now boyfriend.
But I still have not told my parents.
I beat myself up for years thinking what happened to me was my fault.
When in reality it wasn’t.
And I hope sharing my story can help people realize that rape IS NOT your fault.
No matter who the person is.
— Survivor, age 16